What makes you think she is a witch? Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
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Just a flesh wound. No one lives there. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Be quiet! Fiends! I'll tear them apart! Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her!
Thursday. He hasn't got shit all over him. What happens now? Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you? It's a fair cop. I've had worse. Mud! What a strange person.
It's only a model. I-- what? Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. Umm! One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. 'Ere. He says he's not dead! Aaaagh! You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me?